The tribe's chief

She held her hips, glaring daggers at him. She was feeling pain all over the hip.

"Oh, killing me with those eyes, Hehe," He laughed rubbing his shoulders.

He was about to walk to her when he was obstructed by a woman. She was in different clothing than all the other members present. She wore a long gown that was thick and rugged. It was split in the front from the waist down to the bottom. She wore leather pants inside. She was around her mid-twenties.

Her slim figure with dark blonde hair and her face looked very fierce. Her snow-white-like skin made her stand out from the group. And coming down, her breasts were big enough to fit into her hands. Even these young men and children were captivated by her mature charm but no one looked at her directly because of her expression.

She had a very indignant expression looking at Ivar.

She approached Asdis and lifted her up lending her shoulder to her. She then left without speaking any further.

The whole time she was on the grounds, no one had made a sound. Ivar also didn't say anything just simply stared at her.

"Tch, Damn sister! Why did she come here and take her."

He thought.

One of the young men came forward and asked, "Ivar, why is your sister here and why did she take her?"

"How the fuck should I know?"

"Ah! She sure hit me hard. It stings man." He complained to another young man.

"That last one was surely a good one. Who would have thought that even after getting hit by you, she was able to strike you with her palm."

"Are you here to sing praise to that wench!"

"Come on, man. It was boring to see you beat those kids."

"Yeah, next time, how about you come and get some."

"Nah!"

" I think they won't be any more of the fights today."

Both of them talked to each other while walking out of the grounds.

Few of them were left and they were busy with themselves.

As for Aragon, he also left after that woman left with Asdis. He was a bit startled when she came suddenly. She appeared out of nowhere.

The ground was left with other children as they played around.

***

Ivar walked with the other younger man.

"Egnav, I think you should go now. My damned sister!"

He wore a sleeveless shirt. He sent Egnav and headed to his home.

His house was considered a big one by other tribesmen. It also had enough space in front.

He entered the house and they were a man who sat at the center of the table. And few others on either side. They were eating meat which was fried.

The man was Rhaet, the village chief. This was his family. Ivar was the son of Rhaet and another woman who was in the ground earlier was his daughter, Synnove. She sat on the left side of the table while to the right side, Ivar came and sat.

"Son, If you want to something, then you should see to it that it should get to you no matter what. If you are not capable of doing that then you shouldn't recklessly throw your mouth."

Rhaet spoke while eating.